still missing her
after all these years
even though
from the bus windows
the same roads
the sidewalks
have changed
trees grown taller
shop-houses demolished
new monoliths rise
from the ashes
or
the dark walls
of the subway tunnels
rumbling by in a flash
a few feet from my face
and i have tired
counting
the number of stations
that have grown
and still
some things
have not
changed.